I sit awkwardly in the chair of the tattoo parlor. Everyone leaving in either joy or tears as the chair beneath me feels colder and harder to sit on. I fidget slightly, my hands gripping the chair as if I’d fall from such small movements. I don’t know what I’m doing here; I only heard of the rumors and they seemed false, but the more I see people react, the more my mind back peddles.

‘It’s just i...

I never realized how nervous I would be to get a tattoo. I have a lot of them, and they don’t even really hurt. Every year since the day I turned eighteen, I had gone to tattoo shops all around the world.

I think what scared me most about this one was that this was a specialist. According to local legend, anyone who got a special ink out onto their skin was fated to it.

So far, it had been rig...

**Never wanted to be apart of this “famiy thing" becuse I felt like it Was too mueto hande. But inheritance is inheritance. Its been several years since ive earned my tatoo license, and everthing has been easy ever since. They walk in with different expressions, they sit down, I do my Job, they leave. Simple.**

**But have I even considered getting my Own fate? Wrote? I mean maybe its Forbided…-O...

The Fates. The tattoo parlour was known across the whole world. Queues of people would turn up outside for an unknown artwork that symbolised the rest of their entire life.

You had watched for years as a kid, watched the expressions of those who entered and their reactions afterward.

Some people remained as overjoyed and excited as they were when they entered. Others were red eyed and clawing...

A tattoo artist can link your fate with your skin. I walk into the shop to get mine done and it was the symbol of dying young. The next morning… I didn’t wake up. And there was no erasing it or changing it the End bum bum bummmm....

When the Ink attaches to the skin

Like a shark is to its fin

Your fate gets decided by you

And only can be given by the power of a few

But let’s say you let me

Being the man I be

Choose your fate for you

Then…

Then…

I feel so so sorry for what I must do...

As a tattoo artist, I have many stories of things I have tattooed. But when you produce special ink that changes people fates, the requests just get weirder.

The usual if a dollar sign for money or a heart for love. I once had someone you wanted a tombstone and I immediately said no to that.

One request they loved but so knew they were going to regret: a crown. It represents royalty. Last I heard,...

Inked seemingly from head to toe, the man in front of her had a wickedly intense gaze from which she could not tear away.

"What does that one mean?"

She tilted her head toward his forearm, painted with the intricacies of a tarot card. She knew nothing about those.

"The Wheel. Opportunity for fortune and... the like."

"Do you have any of its companions on you?"

He nodded almost imperceptibly...

I wanna be famous

She whispers

For what

I reply

I don’t know

She replies

So I paint a scene

On her thigh

I wish to be famous

She whispers

Be carefup what you wish for

I silently scream

I see her on the news

In orange

Height of 5’4

Guilty

Known for her crimes

Instead of her looks

She got what she wanted

But its not her desire...

I walked into the shop. I was uneasy because of all the skulls and dark themed decorations. My nostrils are attacked with the smell of tobacco smoke, incense, and plastic. I wasn’t sure why I was here. I didn’t particularly like the idea of having something on my body for the rest of my life.

“What are you looking for” the artist’s question startles me. “Uh, I’m not sure” I reply shakily. “I don’...